Sweet Providing Woman

Paul Otten

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A truth hit me upside the head
It wound me up and let me fly
That I couldn't be nothin

I wouldn't be nothin without
This sweet providing woman

I couldn't be the wind in your sails
I couldn't be the apple of your eye
I just couldn't be nothin
I wouldn't be nothin without
This sweet providing woman

I wouldn't have a ghost of a chance
I wouldn't have this fight in my soul
I wouldn't be nothin
I couldn't be nothin without
This sweet providing woman

This sweet providing woman
This sweet providing woman